Heine takes a moment to catch his breath and just exhale slowly. Jade's nearly his height no, a far cry from the skinny little kid he'd been in his first year, and he's starting to fill out a little.

None of that makes him feel much better as he gets to his knees in front of the chair. The bed would have been better, on second thought, but it's too late. Heine moves his hand to the front of Jade's pants under his robe, grinding his palm against his half-hard length lightly at first.